24 – CAMILLA
It was the final day of our four-day escape, and I wasn’t ready to leave.
My team assured me that everything was running smoothly on their end, and Riann assured me that the interviews with new staff were going great.
She promised me that she would have an entire crew ready to be interviewed by the time that I returned, and I would be wishing I was on vacation again.
That had been her little way of making sure that I stopped calling so much, and that had been two days ago.
“Lower your foot to the floor and move into forward fold,” our private yoga instructor instructed.
We were having a sunrise yoga session and were currently standing in Vrikshasana or tree pose. Jabari and I did the instructed move before she transitioned us into tabletop pose.
“Now, we’re going to release it all. On your next exhale, I want you to sit back on your heels with your toes touching and widen your knees. Stretch your arms as far as possible for a comfortable Balasana,” she instructed.
I felt the peace flowing through and around me as we transitioned into child’s pose. On vacation, every morning before our day began, we had sunrise yoga sessions that I thoroughly enjoyed.
We were still in child’s pose when she asked us to return to a seated position with our hands at our hearts.
“All the tranquility and ease that has come into your hearts and minds during your time here, I want you to allow it to accompany you back home. Always carry this time in your hearts as well as your mind, and continue your practice,” she advised.
We both bobbed our heads and closed our eyes as she did.
After a few deep, calming breaths, she murmured, “Namaste.” We repeated it before we finally stood and folded our yoga mats.
Just as we were hugging and thanking her for how she had poured into us on our time here, our butler returned and announced, “Your breakfast is waiting for you on the veranda.”
“Thank you,” Jabari stated.
We put our yoga equipment away and headed to the veranda to enjoy a breakfast of fruits, brioche French toast, freshly squeezed orange juice, and artisanal coffee.
“I have been so spoiled this week. Massages, bespoke meals served to us, afternoon naps, lazy dips in the plunge pool, daily shopping, and adventures—this is the sweet life,” I stated when we were almost finished with our breakfast.
“Don’t forget all the orgasms your body could handle.”
“I could never forget the erotic, great sex that you served, sir.” I giggled as I peered at him over my coffee cup.
“I was thinking we should get one last session in before we leave.”
“That sounds like a good idea to me. Where?”
“The plunge pool. You need something to cool your hot ass off.”
I smirked and felt my panties growing wet at the thought of it. “How are you going to top any of this when we return home?”
“I can think of a number of ways. I’ve been imagining what fucking you on my basketball court underneath the hoop might feel like.”
“Jabari.” I choked on my juice laughing at him.
“Okay, how about in the conservatory or the billiards room? That pool stick doesn’t have shit on my stick.”
I spat some of my juice out. I laughed so hard that tears came into my eyes.
“Well, since we’re getting kinky, we could do it in the staging kitchen, the wine cellar, or the chef’s kitchen.”
“I personally like the ballroom,” he teased, settling back in his chair and wrapping his arm around the back of it.
“Mm. Maybe, but I personally prefer the indoor pool.”
“We can arrange that, but it won’t be as much fun as the outdoor pool, especially if one of my staff stumbles across us.”
“Oh, my goodness. You’ve got me wet just thinking about it.”
“You’ve got one minute to make it to that damn pool,” he stated, rubbing his dick through his joggers.
I hopped out of my chair and ran to the front of the bungalow.
I quickly peeled off my yoga pants and top before I jumped into the pool.
Several minutes later, Mr. Blackwood was walking my way.
He had already stripped, and he was stroking his thick dick with one hand.
Those dark, gorgeous eyes were on me, and my body heated up from the sight before me.
I licked my lips, wanting to taste him, but he had other plans in store for me. From the moment Jabari climbed into the pool, his hands were on me. He grabbed me and pulled me to him, covering and claiming my mouth with a sensual, slow kiss.
My thighs clenched at the feeling of his arousal pressed against me, already demanding without words to be let inside.
As his tongue looted my mouth, his fingers stole between my thighs and broke into my tight walls.
The stroke of his thumb against my clit and his fingers scissoring between my thighs forced me to open up and stop playing games with that grown-ass man.
Jabari was eleven years older than I was, and it was clear that he was on a different level than any of the men I dated closer to my age, including the man I married.
When he pulled his fingers free from my pussy as I writhed in that pool, he sucked them clean, clamped his hand around the base of my neck, and lightly squeezed.
I opened my legs and wrapped them around him, ready to be filled with his chocolate steel.
The moment that he entered me, he did so with brute force, expelling a strangled cry from my chest. One hand caressed my back, and the other one rested on my ass, alternating between squeezing and pinching it.
“That’s my girl. Drown this dick with that wet pussy,” he murmured before he locked lips with me again.
I rocked my hips forward, closing out any space that attempted to come between us.
I wanted there to be no differentiation between us other than the colors of our skin.
My chest was pressed against his, our hips were locked together, and my legs were wrapped around his back.
The way his dick had impaled me, it was difficult to see where one of us started and the other one began.
Jabari was everything that I ever needed and so much more.
I couldn’t believe that I almost missed out on a great opportunity to get to know this amazing man.
I was thankful that I hadn’t gone through with my original plan and that he had forgiven me.
Without him, I still would have been wandering through life aimlessly as it related to intimacy and knowing what it felt like to love and be loved.
Jabari rocked up inside of me, giving me hard, slow, deep thrusts.
He made me feel the impact of my body being open to him the way that it was.
I held nothing back, and I rolled with his every movement, no matter how it shook my body.
I felt the man in my pelvis, uterus, and my chest. There was no place that Jabari did not touch, and there was no place that I hid from him.
Our kiss was hot like the day, and my pussy was as wet as the plunge pool. The waters shifted around us as we took and gave in the most intimate and carnal of ways.
“Cami, you feel so good, beautiful.”
I gasped as I slid up his length and down again, and he pushed up into me with a deep, hard thrust. “Not as good—ooh, Mr. Blackwood! As you . . . feel inside . . . me,” I replied in a shattered moan. I could barely catch my breath, let alone speak a complete sentence.
“Damn, Cami. I need to be in that ass.”
I released the hold that my legs had on him and climbed off that amazing dick. He spun me around with my back to him and spread my legs apart.
Jabari climbed out of the pool and grabbed his pants. I watched as he removed a bottle of lube from the pockets. When he held it up, he commented, “Always be prepared. Boy Scout and life motto to live by.”
The minute that he pressed against me after he poured the lube in my ass and on his length, I whined. “It won’t fit, baby.”
He worked at it for a few minutes before he finally slipped inside of me. His hands gripped my hips tightly, and my pussy squeezed, wanting to release an orgasm just based on how good he felt inside of my ass.
“Oh, baby. That feels sooo good.” I moaned after I spoke the words through clenched teeth.
“Shh. I got you, baby,” he whispered, placing a hand on my lower back as he slowly pushed inside of me again.
His free hand slicked over my pussy, smearing my juices all over my lips and thighs.
My body was on fire with tension and desire.
I was ready to cum and not ready to release all at the same time.
My body needed the release the way we needed oxygen and water to live.
Alternatively, I didn’t want the moment to end.
I knew that I would be riding that man’s dick every chance I got when we returned, and it wouldn’t matter if we were in his office or mine.
“I have to cum, Mr. Blackwood.”
“Cum on this dick, baby. I’ve got you.”
He pumped hard and slow, giving me back shots that I wasn’t prepared for. The way that my screams were erupting from my throat every several seconds, someone would think that an exotic animal had escaped.
I wasn’t sure where the staff was or if our butler had returned, and I didn’t care. I knew that he was supposed to be here by now, managing our luggage and getting it loaded up for our return. We had packed the night before. Yet, the only thing I cared about was cumming on Jabari’s rod.
He wrapped his hand around my midsection and caressed my belly as he kissed my neck repeatedly. By the time his lips dropped to my shoulders, he was caressing my clit. When the pump of his fingers in my pussy matched the thrust of his dick in my ass, I knew that it was over.
I released on that man in a way that I never had before. I squirted, but there was so much release that I didn’t think it would ever end.
“Oh, Jabari! Fuck yes, you feel so good back there.”
“That’s it, baby. Rain on this dick, beautiful.” His slow, measured pumps had increased, and he had me screaming. It had to be my release that triggered his because no sooner than I finished, I felt his hot cum shooting up inside of me.
“Yesss, Jabari.”
“Aww, baby, this ass is so tight and so right.” He pumped slower but deeper as he released.
When he finished, he held me close to him and kissed my shoulder before he nipped at it.
“That was so good, baby,” I moaned, giving him the side of my neck for him to kiss.
He pecked along the length of my neck on its side. “We should sleep really well on the flight home. Our luggage is packed up and ready to go. All we need to do is shower and dress.”
“How do you know that?” I asked as he released me.
“I saw Mason grabbing our luggage when you were riding my dick before you took it in the ass.”
His tone was so casual and matter-of-fact. My face grew warm with shame. Jabari climbed out of the pool and reached back in for my hand.
“He saw us?”
“Yeah.”
“Why didn’t you say anything, Jabari?” I asked as he sauntered away.
“And ruin the good sex we were having? I’ll pass.”